Walking peacefully beside Shoal Creek, a creek I’ve walked beside for most of my lunchtimes the past five years, a giant light green insect landed and attached to my upper arm.

I could not shake it loose and had to scrape it off my hulking bicep with my plastic gym card.

I enjoy the path because two resident falcons often sweep past into the depths of the creek on the hunt for a mouse.

Where was my falcon friend when the stink bug attacked and would not let go?

Sin. It will attach to you, and it will leave a scar behind.

I’m looking at a 5-inch scrape that’s bleeding, and it will undoubtedly leave its mark at least for a while.